The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, January 31, 1912, Image 2

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PiiBSF"Ho so He 'said' it niijfht' lead tatrouble. , ! ' 'Yesterday, Colonel Sweetserannounced that fro mthen on hissoldiers would look for trouble.They found 'it. The death ofJohn Rami, yquh of 18, who wasJayonetted in the back yesterdayas he ran from a soldier at whomhe was jesting, is expectecLat anymomentLater in the day, another manwas bayonetted also in the back.He.is Peter Pstko, aiker. Hewas fleeing frQtnJtheoldiers at,Oak street anTSchool alley, whenhe was speared in the back. 5fiswound is not serious.A denial was made by the officers of the militia today that Jno.Kami had been paygnetted by asoldier. A dozejfc&those whowere with Ramfat-tlieime stanaready to testify as to the truth.Electric lighting plants andtrolley stations may have to closedown. Stationary firemen,' whoare affiliated with the AmericanFederation of Labor, have threatened to strike, unless granted anincrease.'Joseph Ettbh-frpm his cell, senta message of cheer to the strikerstoday."My arrest," he said, "onlyshows how desperate is the WoolTrust. They "know they cannotprove the charge against me. Itwas broughtonly to get me outof the way temporarily. So farsfs that is concerned, I was toldthat they would "get me" soonafter my arrival in Lawrencefrom New York.You Tiaye other leaders. v Obeythem,' and you wilL win ihestrike."THE PASS-WORI -ByBerton Braley.I "beat it," 'cause I'm built thatwayAnd everywhere I go, I getMy cue to "beat it!" night anddayI never have escaped it yet ! .I was a drummer with a drum ;I beat it'tilL my ears were' sore,So then I "beat it" like a bumAnd never beat that drum"homoTe.My next job was a kitchen drudgeThe cook he handed me an eggAnd "beat it,n says he, like ajudgeWhat gives a "floater" to aytgg-And so I "beat it," as he said,An' left that kitchen warm andt snug, xBut as upon my, road I spedI met a woman with a rug.Oh, "beat it," says she, clear'andstrong,, And so I "beat'it 1" out of sight ;I hear that "beat it!" all day long,I hear it in my dreams at night.Tney make me "beat it" east andwest,From town to town, from door todoor,But though I never get-no restI'll never "beat that drum, nomore. c"But it will make no difference. 1mgggagssgsgsgsssm